Setting down the icier path, my steps are sure.
The moon, launch-lost, hangs a tentative smile in the fading blue.
I spy the unfolding future in my compass face and deem it wise.
Thusly determined to keep my heart aimed at the sky.
You already set your course, Dark One, away from this wilderness, and into the wind.
So.
Here is where We end, and I begin.